tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63763432011-12-14T18:41:00.576-08:00SEO Davenoreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6376343.post-5802800072064342532009-07-31T09:43:00.000-07:002009-07-31T09:45:03.496-07:00So I was walking out of Marvelous Market drinking some ice tea muy delicioso, and I saw a guy in the passenger seat of a passing car pull the most classic move: the thing where you bite down on your lower lip, close your eyes, and do the big vertical arm-and-fist-pump while hissing "yyyyyeessss!!!" really loudly.<br /><br />When I saw the guy do it -- and i'm telling you, he was serious -- i shot a short, painful blast of iced tea out my nose. A lotta people saw me do it, but I'm sure none of them knew why it had happened.<br /><br />Honestly though, I needed that. Yesterday only kicked medium amounts of ass, far lower than the quotient of ass that I was expecting to kick. I had this big client meeting that I ended up having to do solo, which wasn't such a hot idea; and I left feeling a little like I just got mugged by a pack of roving lawyers. You know something, that's not so much a simile as it's a description of exactly what happened. It wasn't a disaster or anything, it just felt like I had no bargaining room even though I knew that wasn't true. I suppose that as I get more experience with this kind of thing, I won't end up leaving client meetings having paid THEM for their time. Just frustrating, is all.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6376343-580280007206434253?l=wendycooper.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>SEO Davenoreply@blogger.com